Needing some fresh air we drove until we found a stop over near Zambujeira do Mer. We stayed in the area for over a week, breathing the smell of eucalyptus, pine and sea. There were hikers everywhere along the Pilgrim route which heads North towards Santiago de Compestela in Spain or down to Faro. Neither of us felt the urge to be a sheep and follow the gourd. Instead we had many gentle strolls watching hikers with unfeasibly large backpacks, some with sticks, some without hoiking themselves up and down some quite treacherous paths. Large signs warning of sensitive rocks made sure we kept our feet firmly on the path.
Wandering Wytch 